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■page Two THE PILOT, Soulliern Pines. Nofth Carolink Friday, May 3, 1946. THE PILOT PUBLISHED EACH FRIDAY BY THE PILOT, INCORPORATED SOUTHERN PINES, NORTH CAROLINA 1941 JAMES BOYD Publisher 1944 KATHARINE BOYD' .... EDITOR DAN S. RAY .... General Manager JACK BILYEU - . NEWS 8t ADVERTISING CHARLES MACAULEY - - . CITY EDITOB •S|SGT. DANIEL S. RAY, III SUBSCRIPTION RATES ONE YEAR . - - #3.00 SIX MONTHS .... #1.50 THREE MONTHS 75 ENTERED AT THE POSTOFFICE AT SOU. THERN PINES. N\ C.. AS SECOND CLASS MAIL MATTER. SOLDIERS or PEACE General McNary, in a recent speech condemning the lack of discipline in our occupation forces, hit the nail on the head when he spoke of the need for “pride in fulfilling our mission.” Here is the whole trouble put in just five words and why it has taken the army so long to see it, or do anything about it, or the country so long to demand ac tion is one of those imponder ables of which we seem to have more than our share, these days. The whole handling of the oc cupation and of the problems of demobilization and the continued need for the draft have been, from a psychological and public relations view-point, deplorably conducted. Any army fnan knows that the essential of a good outfit is legit imate self-confidence and pride. Knock that out and discipline, fighting power, everything that makes for successful accomplish ment crumbles. Understanding and belief in what the outfit is trying to do will add enormously to such spirit; but even that is not essential. Such a spirit of pride rests on recognition: self-recognition and the recognition and praise of others. There is nothing in what we hear from overseas that impells us to praise our forces there. Con sistently the reports are bad. We read of Americans looting, drink ing, carrying on black market op erations; of officers living in great luxury and immorality; we even read of brutality and arrogance. We read of riots among the sol diers and of the constant griping and demands to be sent home. We read of the failure of the occu pation; we never hear of any success. Yet there must be some good going on. Why is it never described? The army was never at a loss, during the war, in send ing out glowing accounts of its exploits. It is only when it comes to publicizing its peaceful mis sion that we find it silent. Here is, if nothing worse, a glaring failure in army public relations. General McNary speaks of the need for “pride in fulfilling our mission”, but how can the G. I.’s have a pride in something that, we are, told ninety-nine out of a hundred don’t understand? What is our mission? Granted that much of the details of our policy an" confused to most of us, at home, still there is plenty that could be set forth as to the aims of our occupation. From the simple and direct line that there is not much use in having won the war unless we are willing to police Germany until the victory is clinched to the more complica ted and more stirring argument of the need for the re-education of the German people toward democracy, our occupatioi^ policy rests on a, sound foundation of conviction. Yet seldom do we at home see this mentioned and practically no indoctrination along these -lines, we are told, has been given to our troops- Why not? Under these circum stances, one can hardly blame either the people or the soldiers for their confusion and the re suiting low morale. When the pictures appeared in “Life” of the G. I. wives back ing Eisenhower to the wall be fore their demands for the return of their husbands, people said: “They ought to be ashamed of themselves.” Certainly they ought, especially as most of their husbands had seen little fighting, but there was far more than worry over physical danger in the anxiety of these wives. They were as brave as any women; given an understanding of the need they would have acted as well. But all they knew was that everybody else was coming home and getting jobs and that the frauleins were wonderful frater- nizers. In the same way, the ghastly “moms” are as brave as any that sent their sons to battle, but one cannot blame them too much for their moaning when one realizes how their horrified ears have been filled with stories of the immorality of the army, its drunkenness, the tyranny of the ignorant, class-conscious officers, under whom their young sons live. The army has failed and the country has failed in telling the soldiers and the people what we are doing in Europe. Instead of only condemning the failure it is time that we pointed out the truth. It is time for us to tell our soldiers that they are over there to win the peace, as they and others fought to win the war; that they are America’s repre sentatives for peace, and that it is their great priviledge at this time to be made the leaders of democracy in action. ■We have a great opportunity. Because of our position as a still prosperous, still strong, still un ravaged nation, we have also a tremendous responsibility. It is up to us to see that our repre sentatives in the field of peace, understand their duty and do it. PLEASE, SAL! The Seaboard Railway has been a good friend of Southern Pines in many ways. We have ex cellent train service, our station has been fixed up, our force there has been increased. But there is one thing that they could do for us that is tremendously needed. That is: build a covered platform •stretching down the track so that people waiting for the trains could have shelter and a place to sit. As things are now. . . and they have been that way since the railroad came through. . . a wait for the train is exhausting. If it is a rainy night, the situation is impossible. There is no shelter in front of the station, and at the lower end of the track, from New Hampshire Avenue to Pennsyl vania, where the pullman cars stop, there is no station to duck into. Folks have to stay in their automobiles or in the shops across the way. Or, if they stay in the station, they have to run two blocks to get to their cars. By that time they are soaked through. Over and over again through these years when we have been trying to attract tourists to Sou thern Pines, they have been leav ing us wet and shivering, with the remembrance of a frantic struggle through a downpour, as their last memory of the place. It is enough to wipe away the pleasant memories of their stay. Our town has, by its planting of the right of way along the grades, made |the railway {line not such an eyesore as it might have been. It would be a fine thing if the Seaboard would co operate in making that platform right of way as convenient as possible. A long low shed-like platform with a few benches would do the trick. It would cer tainly be inexpensive, compared to the overhead bridge and other improvements hereabouts which, rumor has it, the railroad is plan ning to put in, and it would be a veritable boon for those who take the train. It is a tourist need of the first importance. SandB OX BY WALLACE IRWIN week I was standing at the gen eral delivery window, attempting to parcel-post a pair of shoes which ijiy wife didn’t want and wouldn’t give to me. Mr. Grover, who governs the window with a wise patience which should make him Postmaster General, told me that the box was sealed with gummed tape, which is ille gal, but if I slit it at one end it would sail smoothly back to Bloomingdale’s. I took out my knife and was disemboweling the box when a stern finger touched my shoulder and a sinister voice inquired, “Hey, why are you trif ling with the U. S. mail?” My accuser was Rev. Craighill Brown. People had better stop talking to me, or I’ll put them in the Sand Box. I’m going in for per sonal journalism, unless Editor K. Boyd stops me. ■Which she might. Switching to safer ground, have you noticed how the once discreet Sat Eve Post is going in for fist fights and kissing con tests? In a recent issue there were three vivid pictures of vig orous sluggers, braining each other as man to man. One illus tration was done in full color, all too realistically picturing the ruby spill from a couple of punched noses. In the same issue there were five or six close-ups of the amorous young, doing lip service, earnestly—to say noth ing of the osculatory ads for Mir acle Breath Beautifiers and other neutralizers. Moral: If you can’t kiss your sweetie, go somewhere and knock a man down. Another thing, I wish the New Yorker would stop using one word “cliche”. Why don’t they revert to “chestnut” or “bromid iom”, which are such old ones that we can fish them up again. But the genius who writes the New Yorker’s chat column knocks out “cliche” about three times per issue—^which totes up to quite a number for the year. Look out, or “cliche” will get to be the darndest cliche on the lit erary blicklist. About the international scene? Let’s see. Well, it looks as if Russia had a policy, anyhow. If you read about the Council meet ings, as you must, you’ll notice that Russia promptly objects to everything that comes up, no matter what. That’s known as the Stinko Policy, and it may work. Thackery once said that a dis agreeable old lady, if she doesn’t weaken, always gets her way. About bread and things: If we won’t cut down on our supply, voltmtarily, let’s have it taker away from us. And learn to like it. Did you see that cartoon in the Herald Tribune a couple of weeks ago? Let’s recall it. A res taurant full of obese familas, forking their stuffed plates in front of an open window, an- complaining about the butter shortage; and outside stood hordes of skeletons, arms out stretched begging for a bite. Title, “ We Wonder If They Ever Look out of the Window.” Mr. Hoover, who has been on the scene of starvation, is no starry-eyed optimist in his re port. Neither is Mr. La Guardia. Secretary Anderson, on the other hand, sounds a bit dream-bound when he speaks of the flood of wheat which will pour in next spring. So let’s pray for good crops and good sense. And a hope that John Lewis and his indus trial foes will let us have the coal to ship the food to’save mil lions of such workmen as John Lewis once was, so they say. ty-five years I cannot find atiy record or evidence of( any worth while activities conducted by him in any of our churches- . 3. He is not a member of the West Southern Pines Civic Club or the High School P. T. A. 4. To my knowledge he has not taken part in any war bond drives. 5. I have not heard of any ser vice he rendered or of any con tribution to the Red Cross Drive. 7. Each year -yie colored peo ple contribute to the county Tu berculosis fund, again the Rev. McLean seems silent. Twenty-five years is a long time and in such a, period a min ister should be able to make some contributions to the proper development of his people. And if he lacks the ability or the means to make such contribution he should be very careful how he makes public criticism of his people. The very fact that he is not identified with any movement for community betterment may be proof that he either doesn’t know what he is talking about or he is not doing anything to help us in our struggle for prog ress. In the Holy Scripture* it is said of Methusaleh that he lived 969 years and begat sons and daugh ters. There is no record that he ever did any kind of work but “begat”. I had rather see a sermon Than hear one any day I had rather one would walk with me Than merely show the way. The eye is better pupil And more willing than the ear Fine Counsel is confusing But example is always clear. I can learn how to do it If you let me see it done I can watch your hands in ac tion But your tongue too swift may run. And the lesson you deliver May be wise and true But I had rather get my lesson By observing what you do. And though an able speaker charms me With his eloquence I say I had rather see a sermon Than hear one any day. (John C. Bennett) T. R. GOINS (The writer of the above let ter is in error in thinking that publication of a letter in this col umn constitutes an acceptance or guarantee of the writer or his re marks. Far be it from THE PI LOT to assume such a responsi bility! Ed.) the price of poultry feed was up 12 cents per hundred above 1945. BILLIONS OF SMOKES, in fact, 335 billion cigarettes were manu factured last year—an average of 6.6 cigarettes every day for every man, woman, child in the United States. 60 million of these were shipped to men in the Services overseas. Never before had so many cigarettes been made. CEILINGS OFF! The office f Price Administration has notified the State Dept, of Agriculture that price controls are no more for strawberries,’ red and black raspberries, dewberries and blackberries, effective immed iately. GET YOUR SNAKE BOOK and know your poisonous snakes and what to do when one bites you. Of the 60 snakes in the Eastern States area, this 16 page booklet describes and pictures the eight poisonous' snakes in detail. Send ten cents and your return address to: State Museum, Raleigh, N. C. for your copy of “Poisonous Snakes of the Eastern United States with First Aid Guide.” every situation, but he was near to being flustered then. Espec ially when the lady, after listen ing eagerly to his explanation that he hoped to be the next sen ator himself, and had already been it once, said; “You ■WERE our senator? But what did you DO?” The Carthage man blink ed: “I don’t know!” he said, fetching a laugh and a hearty round of cheers from his listen ers. But the lady went away puz zled. Last time we looked she was still passing out the photos. The speeches were good, both of them. U. L. Spence said the only way to get good government was to take an interest in pol itics; and the best way to do that was to join a party and get the best possible men to head it- “The Among The Politicos! Two little signs on two little show windows snuggle side by side on our easterly shopping street: VILLAGE INN WINE SHOP and AUTOMATIC MUSIC. If you believe in companionate marriage, pause, .-stranger, and regard that happy union. I’m not so satisfied with the sign I saw clamped to the front fender of a northbound Ford: SEE, THE MONKEY AND PARROT JUNGLE—MIAMI. Why not just say MIAMI and leave the rest to our imagination? And while I’m complaining, I wish the newspapers, in writing large figures, would stop print ing it like this; “$100 million.” I wonder what bright reporter ever started that fad? Any sane person, naturally, reads just what it says, “One hundred dollars mil lion.” But who am I to criticize? So far, I haven’t established much of a reputation for integrity. Not on Broad Street, anyhow. Last On the Land The Public l^eaking To the Editor The Pilot In a March issue of THE PI LOT, you published a letter by the Rev. George McLean, col ored minister of West Southern Pines. Unfortunately it seems that you accepted the Reverend as a genuine leader for the color ed people and his words as a fit standard of wisdom and prac tice. But to the hard-working and progressive-minded colored citizens of West Southern Pin'^s the Reverend McLean is not in any sense a leader. He is not even a fellow-worker for the spiritual and material uplift of the com munity. 1. For several years Moore County has had an inter-denomi national Ministers Alliance that works primarily for the spiritual improvement of all the people. The Rev. McLean is not a mem ber. 2. The Rev. McLean is spoken of as being a minister. For twen- GROW MORE GARDENS and can more food to help feed starv ing nations. Every American who can should help in the vitally im portant job of getting more food to the nations that today face starvation. Tlijese nations must be fed before they can stand again. Until they do stand again, strong enough and healthy enough to do the hard work be fore them, the world can enjoy no lasting peace, because the man whose family is hungry knows no peaceful thoughts. America must do more than any other nation, because America has more than any other nation. MORE CORN PER ACRE in four easy steps: 1. Use hybrid seed. 2. Shallow cultivation. 3. In crease fertilization, especially ni trogen. 4. Use relatively larger number of plants per acre. One N. C. farmer, following the above steps produced 6,000 extra bush els of corn, or 1’4 percent more than he’d ever grown on his land before. DANGER AHEAD on feed for your livestock, so play it close. Aiid plan on playing it close for at least two years, as we’U not have normal supplies of feed for at least that long. Keep raising your highest profit crops. Greatly expand corn and grain sorgums— all carbohydrate feeds will be critically needed. Plant all the wheat you can. This means an other year’s delay in resting land farmed too hard during the war, but this is an emergency! CHICKEN ’N EGG PICTURE is not so hot for the man that has to feed the chickens that lay the eggs. While the price received for eggs this last January remain ed about same as a year before, Funny to watch the candidates at the meeting in Carthage last Saturday. The difference be tween the regulars and the new comers- Our old Senator was very suave, very comfortably at ease: a hard man to beat we’d say. Only thing that roused him up was when he saw a local lady handing out photographs of his rival. Next thing we knew: there he was talking to her. Our, Maybe New Senator was dressed for the part: nice grey towny suit with white pin stripes, topped with a real coun try hat, squashed in crown and floppy brim. In between was a gay bow-tie. Countrymen were supposed to look at his hat and vote “yes”, and townmen were supposed to keep their eyes on that nice town suit. And the la dies could look at the bow-tie. . and did. Lots. One thing our Senator Candi dates have in common: that is charm, buckets of it. And it doesn’t get turned on and off to suit the occasion or the company, either. With both it’s a natural. Another old Candidate whose warm smile was a joy to see was our County Clerk. Simple, retir ing, he had a friendly word for everyone but was content to ease around in the background and leave the milling and the talking to the younger fry. Considerable Fry seemed to be present, too, both older and younger. But there was one who was absent and much missed. Tkat was John Fry, long noted for his conscientious work in the county democratic party organi- ■zation, now seriously ill. The “ayes” that greeted the motion, made by John Ruggles, later in the meeting, to send him some flowers, were long and loud. The Young New Candidates and the Old New Candidates mill ed around uncomfortably togeth er before the cahn gaze of the Old Candidates. Somg of the ones w'ith discharge buttons looked very very young. Yet yery very earnest and determined. Might not be so bad to have some boys there in Raleigh who have still, echoing in their G. I. ears, the command to; “Get in there and fight!” And who got, and fought- Could do with a little fighting for the right things. And these boys are right guys; there’d be no question what they’d fight for. “Better schools” they say, “better roads; veterans’ rights!; internationalism, control of infla tion.” What more could we ask? Our Lady Candidate was there, looking very trim and very capa ble. it will be a hard tussle for some gallant tar-heels to choose between their conviction that no Southern Lady should go into politics and their knowledge that this ’yer Southern Lady can run rings around a good many Sou thern Gentlemen when it comes to capabilities. She has done all sorts of things and done them well, and knows the county as few do. Funniest moment of the after noon at the Courthouse was when a lady tried to give Wilbur Currie a picture of Talbot John son. ( . They say our ex, and maybe our next. Senator is master of man who says he’s going to wait and then vote for the best man, irrespective of party never gets anywhere,” he said. County Chairman Boyette spoke soberly and well. With earnestness he detailed the fine work accomplished by the county committee and outlined his high hopes for the future, especially now that the veterans are back to take part. Then he turned to the politicos and with a quizzical smile, said: “And now we come down to the candidates!” But Wis invitation to the rostrum was not accepted. Both the hardened sinners and the little innocents remained firmly in their seats. No necks were being stuck out on Satur day. JEWELRY GIFTS For Mother WE INVITE YOU TO INSPECT OUR ATTRACTIVE DISPLAY OF FINE SILVER PLATE ART-CARVED DIAMOND RINGS by Wood EAR RING SETS WRIST WATCHES SILVER PIN and BRACELET TO MATCH SPRAY PINS NECKLACES ©rmsby's Jeuielry ghup East Broad Street Southern Fines Order “TARHEELS” Today Its a book And a VERY good one First editions on all orders The newest and much the best THE FABER BALL BEARING PEN Costs more and worth it Please order today. "Raleigh's Eden", long out of print Now Available. Get your copy today. Bancroft Rackets and new stock Tennis Balls Sandhills Book Shop Southern Pines, N. 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